Piano

An ivory piano was sitting on his computer screen;

George had always wanted to learn. Beauty oozed

into his fingertips as he stroked the screen, an image

Cracking beneath his harsh touch.

He closed the door of the inn and left,

unable to think of a different home. Would he need

an apartment to find a new living?

He was an ex-accountant, one who had been

"let go" with a snip. The string tying his marriage

To stability had been cut. A year of worry

Had turned him into a cloud. It was beautiful,

But filled with nothing but rainy air.

Would he have gained substance if he had stayed?

George walked into a real estate office,

Realizing he would never know.